Clouds in the city

Like a dust particlehit away hard by the windI travel almost without any directionwithout any true senseall is lost what I thought I hadin my hands and in my lifenot upset by the wayeither my life movesor I make it move like thisI’ve come to know thatit’s only me, only mewho makes compromises for lovewho opens the windows to waitfor the rain to falleven when there’s no cloud in the city

My sense of prideand hopes of good things reside in meas if I’m a star who may light up againafter crashing down from heaven to earthevery time I fail to understandmy real position, my real purposeit always happens to meeither my life moves like thisor I was destined to be hereI’ve come to know thatit’s only me, only mewho makes room for lovewho opens the windows to waitfor the rain to falleven when there’s no cloud in the city

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2005)Islamabad, PakistanThe page is a part of Cool Bluez

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